I’m getting excited to see Greece!! One more week and I can cross off another couple items on my bucket list!
Looking up all the different tours is getting exciting and overwhelming at the same time.
Blue water, white buildings, beautiful food and maybe I’ll find me a Greek outfit. Sailing, yup, I’m gonna do that too!
I’m hoping the weather will be nice, though it is still Fall there, so it won’t be swimsuit season.
Wendi and I are going together, and we’re hoping to find a Greek wedding. She really wants to shout OPA at a wedding. I’m in as long as I get to break a plate.
Oh the joy of forgetting to be afraid and just jumping in! I am so grateful to be an expat! Out in this big beautiful world is where I want to be!
I’m starting to crave doners. Who’da thunk it?
Marinated chicken, veggies, pickles, and mayo wrapped up in basically a tortilla. Yum.
I learned the hard way not to drink the water from the tap here, but I am recovering fine.
Of course having that take its toll on my immune system made getting the dreaded Fall cold, along with half the school, ensured. But hey, we’re human after all, we get these things and then we get over them.
Peace and love everyone
Halloween has always, ALWAYS been my favorite holiday.
Maybe it’s the secret actress in me but I love dressing up and getting to be someone else for a night.
Halloween is not really celebrated outside of the US. In fact, it’s pretty much only “celebrated” in other countries where there are concentrations of Americans that will make it happen whether or not it’s recognized.
Luckily for us here, a few establishments and another US expat held Halloween parties, so Wendi, Robin, and I got to dress up a couple times. First, we went to a house party as 3 Bad Ass Biker Babes!
Dunno who he was, but he kept asking me about serious, so we got his photo!
Then on actual Halloween, we went to a local bar for a little dancing fun. There really aren’t any dance clubs here, so going out dancing is more like finding a space by your table to dance if you want to. And since we bring our friends along, and our friends dance, we danced like we came from out of this world ………until it was time to go get food.
I really like how the colors of the lantern, the flower, and the wine looked together, so here’s a little artsy photo just because.
In between Halloween outings, there was Republic Day. Adana held its first Oktoberfest at one local “pub”, so of course we had to check that out before going dancing.
All in all a good week of first holidays here in Turkey. Now to start planning teaching stuff for November. I’m thinking Gingerbread…..
I was listening to this popular song, maybe you’ve heard of it?
I’m all about the bass by Meghan Trainor.
I am all about people loving themselves and being at least tolerant of, if not just accepting and appreciative of others in all the many ways we are.
At first, I really liked this song. It has a cute catchy beat and what seems to be a positive message.
It, along with countless other agendas out there, claims to be about accepting self and others, BUT only if you’re not in a different category.
A few years back, one of the teachers I worked with was pretty famous for being a civil rights activist and teacher, on both sides of the coin. She claimed civil rights, others claimed racism.
I believe it was both; for the same reason that Meghan Trainor thinks she’s supporting loving yourself.
For the same reason that feminists are seen as both good and bad.
Because they put down, shame, and trivialize the groups that have been doing the same to them.
I want to state loud and clear that we cannot build up one group by bringing another down.
A while ago, a long while perhaps, I was having a discussion with a friend. She stated that chivalry was gone, that men don’t open car or building doors anymore, and that feminism had ruined manners.
I said I wasn’t sure that was so true, and she then stated that I must be one of those feminists that think no one should open doors for anyone anymore.
Not true. I am a feminist that believes that we should all be equal in how treat others and expect to be treated. I.e. whoever gets to the door first should open the door for the rest. Whoever is driving should open the passenger door. Whoever gets home first should start dinner. Whoever opens the trash lid to see it full, should take it out. If you make the mess, clean it up. If you lose your temper, apologize. If you have your heart set on something, mention it. If someone mentions “it”, pay attention and do what you can. etc.
You don’t get equality by everyone being rude, impolite, apathetic, or distant.
Men have long held a high powerful ranking in most societies. Yes, men have long abused that rank. And, yes, women have tried to use what they have to manipulate into positions of power. But this ever present male dominated society still dictates that even women with a powerful position are seen as inferior.
But here’s the thing, Equality means no one is abusing or manipulating. No one is more or less. We’re all just letting each other be and being good people to each other. If you’re good at something, you get to do it and you get to get paid the same as someone else doing the same thing. Plain and simple. There are no prejudices about who’s taking care of babies, bills, laundry, cars, or opening doors.
You can’t raise women up by putting men down. If you lower the position that men are on, you can only hope to raise women to the new, lower mark. Why make the meeting place of equality lower than the original position of high regard? Men need to stop hoarding the ranks through abuse, women need to stop whoring their worth. And I don’t necessarily mean sex here. I mean many women are willing to give up valuable parts of themselves, ie their personal worth, to gain position, instead of being able to gain position based on their actual worth.
We all need to be allowed to be the unique individuals we are, supported in doing the jobs we’re good at, educated without prejudice, and advanced through merit. That’s what equality is.
This teacher I knew would put a lot of emphasis and passion into teaching students about how awful white people were. Her reasoning was to help her minority students feel better about themselves because “their” people hadn’t done such awful things.
Ok, I can see her point and her reasoning. BUT, you don’t get equality by putting one group down to make the other feel better. YEP, that’s how the minorities got to be so left out, because the people of power shoved them down. But equality doesn’t mean lowering to raise, it means making everyone Equal. Why make the equal place lower?
White privilege needs to stop, it’s completely totally true. But that means removing the invisibility and treating everyone equally, not trapping everyone into the blanket. Look at South Africa right now, it’s just a topsy turvy of what it was before. That’s not equality.
And all this train of thought started with a song.
I see the magazine workin’ that Photoshop
We know that shit ain’t real
C’mon now, make it stop
If you got beauty, beauty, just raise ‘em up
‘Cause every inch of you is perfect
From the bottom to the top
Ok, that’s great, but then there’s this:
You know I won’t be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll
So if that’s what you’re into then go ahead and move along
Go ahead and tell them skinny bitches that
No I’m just playing. I know you think you’re fat
It’s just skinny shaming instead of fat shaming. WHEN THERE SHOULD BE NO SHAMING AT ALL. If every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top, then that should include everyone, the people in the middle, the skinny people, the fat people, everyone. You don’t create equality in who is seen as pretty by trying to make the current attractive the new ugly, you let everyone be attractive as they are.
What do you think?
And I’m gonna hate, hate, hate. Then I’m gonna shake, shake, shake it off, shake it off.
Then I’m going to become one with the wind and sky and let it go, let it go, let it go.
I’m gonna burn everything that will burn. I’m going to reinvent everything that won’t.
Because yesterday I realized I need to forgive in order to finish this process. It’s still going to take time, but it will only take longer if I hold onto the negativity. I can’t do anything about him.
The truth is he couldn’t have ever loved me and it was all an act. Love doesn’t behave this way. Love communicates. Love tries. Love is how we overcome, it is not something to be overcome. It is certainly not something we can feel one day and decide we don’t the next.
I have to forgive the charade in order to keep my happiness. I have to forgive the hurtful words and timing. I have to forgive the apathy those final words were presented with. Not because he deserves it, but for me, because I deserve to move on and be happy.
I deserve not to have this hanging around like a rain cloud every day. Today I’m going to finish hating. Tonight, I’m gonna shake it off, and tomorrow I’m going to let it go.
I tried to let it go last night with this drawing, but it, this anger, this hurt, is being a little persistent. I need today’s hate session but hopefully, hopefully….
Here is the first photo I took in Prague. It’s beauty is not singular. This entire city is one beautiful building after another. And when you go past the city and into the “nature”, it’s even more beautiful.. If that was possible. People are caring.
As I was walking up this boy had lost his balloon and was crying. This father hugged him gently, no words, from the time it happened, through the time it took me to get the camera out and take a picture until after I had walked past. I don’t think they even noticed I was taking a picture. Sweet moments.
I walked along the city streets letting myself get a little lost in the wonder of it. Now I’m going to let you just take in the place with a photo fest
I love the Autummn colors starting to show.
New friends always make sight seeing more enjoyable.
Though my appetite has been rather slight, I managed to get some tasty food in my tummy. My mouth was very happy about that. AND ALL THE GOOD COFFEE I COULD DRINK!
If the doctor literally prescribes drinking beer, who am I to go against doctor’s orders??? And yes, I had to see a doctor while there because I haven’t been doing the best job at taking care of myself and got sick. He actually looked me dead in the eye and told me to drink lots of beer. His reasoning? It is good for the mind, has good nutrition, and lots of fluids.
Restaurace Andel – my favorite place in Prague.
So, while walking along minding our own business a couple of my hostelmates and I stumbled upon an actual live filming movie set!! We hung out for a little over an hour and watched. Pretty cool! We also snuck in pictures with as many props as they didn’t kick us off of. The whole time I kept wishing my David was there with me. He would have LOVED it!!
A few of the cool random places my new friends and I saw on our day touring the city.
The bar/ disco where we danced til 4 am!
Winceslas Square always has cool stuff to look at.
And because I always think about my friends and family while out here travelling, here’s a few grafiti art sites around Prague for my friend Jai.
And for Wendi, I saw this and thought, “AGH Wendi would go see this with me!!!!”
And here are the only two pictures I took in Germany. Sorry, but for the time being, that whole country can suck it. Hopefully that feeling won’t last long, because some day I’d like to go see it and enjoy what so many have told me is another country of wonderous beauty.
I’m going to make this brief because it’s early in the morning and I am supposed to be getting ready for work. I’ve had several people write or call and ask about my trip and though I LOVE talking to you individually it hasn’t gotten any easier yet to keep telling all this over and over. Please please please understand I need to write all this for the masses to protect my own sanity, not because I want all the world to know my business.
My trip was a complex set of emotional pyroclastic flows. On one hand it gave me resolve and a new direction to focus on. On the other hand, it was a staunch reminder of what I had so abruptly lost, at every turn. All in all it was healing to everything but my bank account, which is now suffering its own abrupt and dramatic loss.
I will write a little more here and there and put up lots of the pictures I took in that beautiful city soon. Hopefully this weekend. Yesterday, I turned on music and danced around my apartment as I cleaned up from the trip. That was incredibly therapeutic in and of itself. I think I’ll go do it again now.
I am grateful for the support I’ve felt through this. I am also grateful for the lessons I’ve learned in the past, the sense of self I have, and the true inner feeling that whatever the reason, I will be a better person because of it. I’m actually finally doing good, not just ok.